TINman here,
Poem for the day -
Wednesday 28th February, 2007.
As I walk through these filth infested streets
Rancid aluminium in my pocket,
Solid concrete beneath the soles of my feet.
The distance beckons,
A flickering bulb, an a low, thudding beat
Desicated wrecks pass me by,
Tommorows youth have no hope,
All i can do is cry.
The fields are bare, harvests been killed
Whats happened to me, this wern't the life billed
I look to the heavens and register the blackening sky,
The heavens open,
Gotta get home, I'll be safer inside.
My pace quickens, as I taste the rain
Legs are aching - I can't take no more pain.
© TINman, London,UK.
Cheerz,
TM
theTINman07@hotmail.co.uk
Man, I felt that.
Brought me back, Tin!
Brought me back, Tin!
